Some images from a week of weird and unsettled but exciting and fun. It’s cold and hard to not beat myself down for being in bed and missing appointments. Also not sitting at the desk for long. Seeing and comparing is gentler but takes a strong will that lives outside. hard to get when you’re inside.

Gladly going to the beach the past 8 weekends has restored my spirit to homely memories and created new healthy cycles with the one I love.

The sweet cold is now in the air and I am wearing pants to bed. It’s 8° in the mornings now.

Building routines is a matter of adjustment and is somewhat uncomfortable. Spouts of mania and depression characterise first, trying to build atop of that is definitely tricky. Small moments of glee or peace are the shimmers of life.